Mistreated and blue, Like an ocean dying out.. She barely exists!
Possibilities
A portal, A door that swings both ways, This is the gateway named "existence".. Grinding your way through the boulevard of torn dreams, Reclaiming each possibility, Fighting all odds boldly, You survive.
Under Restraint
Caged, Confined, Like a bird.. Helplessly bound, Within the confines of my hurting past. Nothing saves me from this tormenting pain, On bed of nails, I suffer.. I ache.. Lone!
Mother!
With a heart so vast, That only conceives devotion.. There's no love like hers!
Child’s Mind
Of pixie dust and scary ghouls, My world, my rules.. Real fantasies, Dark galaxies. There is magic all around you, Plus luring views.. Nothing's absurd, Psyche altered. This is my childhood reverie, Daft mystery.. Enigmatic, Charismatic!
Dark Night Of The Soul
My mindless chaos.. Declines, dissolves, disappears. Awakened I am!
Six Word Story – Betrayal
Guess, my LOVE was not enough!
Hushed – Haiku
Hushed atrocities, Camouflaged behind pretense. Today's mute viewers!
The Good Kind Of Hate
Hey Everyone! I hope y’all had a wonderful weekend!
Let’s kill the “Monday Blues” with some Real Talk!
PS – I hope this post still qualifies as “Monday Motivation” – even though it’s 8:30 pm where I’m at and Monday’s almost over! I apologize, things have been really busy at this side of the world, with multiple “high-priority” issues piling up every second! Hopefully the will in me will survive this “test” too! *fingers crossed*
For our MONDAY MOTIVATION special – I’m sharing with y’all a quote by Olive Moore aka Constance Vaughan on the “right” kind of HATRED to possess. That’s right, you heard it! The RIGHT KINDA HATRED!